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Don’t feather me
With all your might or tact
I may feel strong to fly high
With aerodynamic speed

Don’t try to confine me
Either to the nest or your chest
I will loose the freedom or independence
Not at my will or pleasure


Give me necessary fillip
To allow me to think alone
I shall be useful unusually
In course of time my dear!

Let me securely cross the boundaries
At which languages never work in toto
I can then keep silent in serene mood
And make myself a human being till the end
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